bellabella
The train raced down the tracks as I ran alongside it. The loud clinking of the gears and wheels made it impossible to hear my friend screaming my name behind me. I realized this when I finally reached Minnesota. The director of the train handed me a newspaper, on the cover it said "girl hit by train she was chasing" with a picture of her beneath it...
It's like going through the motions nowadays, not living really. I'm like a shell, a robot, a body without a soul or a heart. Even the motions I'm trained to do seem dull and lifeless.
I ran through the cold, chills racing up and down my spine. I couldn't stand the not knowing. The oblivion of it all. Where are they? Can they see me? Can they find me? It was unbearable.
It was a nice Saturday, fairly relaxing. I tugged at my braided hair as I paced back and forth, contemplating what to do with such a nice day. Within five minutes of that moment, no more contemplating was needed. A sudden crash arowsed my interest upstairs. I ran up the stairs only to be swept off my feet and tossed into a potato sack.
"A-Are you kidnapping me?!" I screamed through the thick, coarse fabric.
"I prefer the term "Suprise Adoption," a deep, slow man's voice responded.
I felt the thin crust and dug my finger nails into it and ripped. I heard yelling from beneath and dug deeper. Sweat poured down my face my hair stuck to my cheeks and I yelled and screamed pulling on the dirt.i stopped to breath and tears ran down my cheeks as I dropped into the dust. I knew it, so did he. It was over.
Everything was black. I felt the keys and began to type. I taxed the configuration of the locks and tried to escape. It didn't work. I would never be free. The codes and doors and keys and guards....they were everywhere. It was too complicated. Then a shooting pain ran through me. I never got out.
I remember all the codes. The configurations of each door and code placement. Each lock each guard. It wasn't easy to get out, in fact I still haven't.